Seasons
Seasons Autumn The autumn leaves are falling down, Slowly, slowly touch the ground, Leaves don’t make a single sound, Except a little whoosh. Winter is coming soon, I wonder if there is a full moon, But while autumn is still carrying on, Winter has to sleep. Winter The bushes and the trees are bare, Giving everyone a little scare, Snowballs flying through the frost, Snowmen rising into high blue cloth. Food is scarce, And fruit has passed, Birds are huddling, crabs are scuttling, Only in Winter. Summer The trees are relaxing in the sun, Growing slowly one by one, Walking on the beach, Makes you want to preach. Working in summer, Don’t even think about saying bummer, It’s so much fun, Especially in summer. Spring Flowers are realising that spring is here, Everyone is waking far to near, Magic is erupting everywhere. The season where animals love, Especially those little white doves, Mums give you great bi